by B. B. Hamel
“You seem to be good at confusing lust with disgust.”
“And you seem to be in heavy denial.”
I sighed and shook my head. “I really should just leave, go back to school or something.”
“Probably not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because whoever is after you could easily follow. Plus, I’m here.”
“Exactly. You’re here.”
He laughed and bent over, picking up a shell. “Don’t pretend you hate me, princess. I had you moaning my name the other night.” He threw the shell out into the water. I watched as it skipped once and then disappeared into a wave.
“How long before those two self-destruct, do you think?” I asked him.
He was quiet for a second, his smirk disappearing. “Who knows. A few months, probably.”
“We’ll be picking up the pieces. Again.”
“You might be. I’ll be out on some mission again, risking my life. Lucille will find someone else to take care of her, I’m sure.”
I looked out at the ocean again, took another deep breath, and then turned back toward the house. “Come on, bodyguard.”
“Going back in?”
“Might as well. Can’t hide out here forever.”
“We can do whatever you want, princess.”
I walked back up to the house, my heart thumping, without answering. I knew he was following me, silently and swiftly, a strong shadow in my wake. It was dawning on me that Nate was going to be around for the rest of the summer, everywhere I went.
My delicious, asshole stepbrother. I was going to have my work cut out for me.
14
Nathan
Only two days into acting as Claire’s bodyguard and I was already bored as fucking hell.
At first, it was fun. I had plenty of opportunity to tease her, rile her up, say all the dirty shit I wanted just to get a rise out of her. But it quickly soured as I realized that every word I spoke was the absolute truth.
I wanted that pussy and I wanted it bad. I needed to plunge my cock deep between her legs, let her feel my heat, pump myself deep into her little tight cunt until she screamed out my name.
And none of that was happening, which annoyed the fuck out of me.
I knew she wanted it. I knew all I needed to do was push her up against the wall and claim my prize, but for some reason she had the insane ability to always have someone around to keep me at bay. Sometimes it was our parents, sometimes it was the staff, and sometimes it was her insane best friend, Lydie. At night, she shut her door fast, and I could hear the lock click shut. I could easily break it down, or just pick it clean, but I wasn’t playing that shit.
Instead, I jerked off thinking about my stepsister’s nipples in my mouth, her slick pussy on my cock.
I could tell she was just as frustrated as I was. She was always looking at me whenever I took my shirt off to go for a run or for a swim. Every time I told her exactly how I’d eat that pussy until she forgot her own phone number, she’d turn bright red and I could practically smell her little cunt turning soaked.
I wasn’t the type of man to enjoy all that fucking teasing, though. Eventually I had to get what I wanted, and I knew I would. Especially considering how badly she wanted another taste.
On the third day, I woke up later than usual and found her sitting out by the pool already. She loved to wear her sexiest bikinis, and holy fuck did her body look incredible in them. I wanted to shove my face between those creamy thighs and lap her up right there, maybe grab her full tits while she writhed and moaned for me. I knew she was doing it just to mess with me, because it seemed like all her bathing suit tops went down a full size overnight.
She was on the phone as I walked out and sat down in the chair beside her.
“Okay, that’d be great. Yeah, me too, Lydie.” She gave me a scowl. “By the way, you don’t care if my stepbrother comes, too? My dad wants me to take him out. Okay, cool. See you tonight.”
She hung up the phone and I smiled sweetly at her.
“Good morning, darling stepsister.”
“Good morning. Excited for another day of following me around like a loser?”
“We both know a loser couldn’t make your pussy dripping wet with just a smile.”
“Who said you can do that?”
“Your pussy when my fingers find it. You can’t hide physical attraction.”
“Maybe, but I can show disgust by calling you a loser all the time.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Just trying to keep that sweet cunt safe, dear sister.”
“Stop calling me sister.”
“What did Lydie want?”
She smiled wickedly at me. “We’re going to a club tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh are we?”
“Yes, we are.”
“No. Not a good idea.”
She looked taken aback. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m in charge of your safety now. A club is pretty much the worst place I could take you.”
“I don’t care. You’ll figure it out. I’m sick of being stuck here.”
“Not my problem, princess.”
She pouted. “Big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of a little night club?”
I clenched my jaw. She clearly knew where to hit me. “You know I’m not.”
“And yet you look like you’re about to wet yourself thinking about going to a club tonight.”
I leaned toward her, stifling an angry growl in my throat. “Watch yourself, sis.”
“No, you watch me. That’s your job. And I’m going to a club tonight.”
I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her face within inches of my own. She gasped, her mouth parting, and I could practically sense her elevated pulse. I could tell I was losing control, about to shove my tongue down her throat, but I held myself back. “Be careful, sis. You forget that I’m dangerous.”
“Not dangerous enough, apparently,” she said.
Our lips were inches away. I held her hair firmly in my hand, remembering how the last time I pulled it, she screamed out for more.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“Show me. Tonight at the club.”
I tightened my grip for a moment, wanting badly to shove her face down against my rock-hard cock, slip my dick into her throat. I could tell she was loving it. The little grin on her face and the way she leaned into me all proved that she wanted it. I was seconds away from giving in to what we both needed and kissing her and fucking her right there by the water.
“What are you two up to?”
I gently released my grip and turned around. Lucille was standing near the sliding door, her arms crossed.
“I had something in my eye,” Claire called out quickly. “Nate got it for me.”
I nodded my agreement, keeping a straight face.
Lucille looked at us for another second. “Your father wants you both to know that he’s going into the city for a few days.”
“When will he be back?” Claire asked.
“A few days,” Lucille said again, rolling her eyes.
“Thanks for the update, Mother,” I said.
She went back into the house without responding.
I turned and looked back at Claire, who had a small smile on her lips, her eyebrows raised. I had to admit that I was impressed by how quickly she had thought on her feet.
“Just tonight,” I said finally. “And under one condition.”
“What’s your condition?”
“I pick out what you wear.”
She blushed deeply. “No way.”
“You want to go out? That’s your choice.”
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Yes, I can. Your father told me to protect you by any means necessary. That includes locking you away in your room for your own good.”
She seemed ready to argue more, but suddenly the fight left her and she sighed. “Fine. You can pick it out.”
“Good girl. You won’t regret it, sis.”
She gave me a look that was all fucking lust before putting her sunglasses on and looking back out at the pool.
I stared at her, my dick already hard, as she did a small spin for me.
“Perfect.”
“No way I’m going out in this.”
“You look like fucking sex, princess. I’ll have my work cut out for me.”
“Stop calling me that,” she mumbled as she looked at herself in the mirror.
It hadn’t been a difficult choice to make once I’d started looking through her clothes. I had found the tightest, most revealing dress I could find, this form-fitting black thing that showed ample back and cleavage. She was practically shoved into it, her tits barely held back by the cloth and whatever else she had to use. I finished it off with a pair of heels that made her ass look like fucking fire.
I wanted to tear it off her. She was clearly uncomfortable in it, and she probably bought the dress never imagining she’d really wear it, but I wanted to parade her around the club in it, get men staring at her perfect tits, and know that she wouldn’t fuck a single one of them. I knew that in the end, she’d give herself to me.
It was just a bonus that I got to see her so totally embarrassed and awkward. I wanted to humiliate her, but only enough to make her soaking wet and desperate for my cock.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.
“You’re going to make every dick hard in that club.”
“Yeah, right. I look like a hooker.”
“An expensive hooker.”
“I look like I suck fat guys off under a bridge.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, sis. You look like you fuck for millions. Like your pussy is worth your weight in gold.”
“Still like a hooker, though.”
“Maybe,” I said, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. She practically fell into my arms, not used to the heels. “But I’m already fucking hard. We can break our deal and stay in if you promise to suck my cock nice and long.”
“No way,” she said, pushing away from me.
“Your loss.”
“Doubtful.”
Just then, her phone began to ring. She answered it and then hung up after a second.
“Lydie is downstairs.”
“After you.”
I grinned to myself as she teetered downstairs like a baby giraffe finally learning to walk.
“Why do you even own those if you can’t walk in them?” I asked.
“Because they’re cute. But I never wear them.”
“Obviously.”
She gave me a dirty look and nearly fell down the steps. I caught her by the wrist and held her steady.
“Careful,” I said. “Seriously.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, and began to walk down the steps more carefully.
“Never liked heels,” she grumbled as we finally got downstairs.
“Your ass looks incredible, though.”
She blushed and looked away as she pulled open the door. Lydie was standing there, looking every bit the prostitute, and she squealed with delight when she saw Claire. Apparently she was excited that she wasn’t the only one looking like a high-class hoe.
“Holy fucking shit, bitch!”
“I know. I feel so stupid.”
“You look hot as fuck. Are you kidding me? I’m practically dripping wet just looking at you.” She glanced at me. “And are you our chaperone for tonight?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. Always nice to have a man around to scare off the weaklings.”
I laughed as we all walked into the kitchen.
“Seriously, Claire, you look amazing. If you don’t get at least four guys trying to fuck you tonight, I’ll castrate myself. Seriously.”
“I’m not interested,” Claire said.
“How about a little pregame shot?” I said, cutting in. I got down three glasses and a bottle of expensive, handmade Vodka.
“Can’t say no to that!” Lydie said, and Claire laughed.
I poured the shots and we knocked them back. I felt the reassuring weight of my gun tucked into my pants, hidden by my shirt, as the girls laughed and made inside jokes that I was only barely listening to.
Truthfully, I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t lying when I said a nightclub would be the worst possible place to take Claire. It was crowded and easy to lose her, plus they would be drinking, which only made the situation more dangerous. I took one shot to loosen me up, but I knew I couldn’t drink much more.
I needed my wits about me. It wasn’t likely that something bad was going to happen, but there was a chance. That was why I had my knife and my gun, both ready.
Soon I was able to corral the girls out to an Uber, which took us downtown. They were tipsy but not too drunk, and the excited feeling that always came before a night out was heavy in the car. We were going to the same club that I’d first met Claire at, which brought a bunch of memories flooding through me as we climbed out of the car.
The line out front was enormous, but I immediately escorted the two girls up to the front of the line. Claire was clinging to my arm the whole time, clearly afraid she was going to break an ankle in her shoes, and I caught more than one guy giving her a second look. She definitely noticed them as well, which only made her more self-conscious.
It took us a minute of explaining and a quick flashing of I.D.s before the bouncer figured out that Claire’s dad owned the club and let us in. I felt bad for the assholes still waiting in line, but being with a rich spoiled girl and her friend did have its perks.
My head was on a swivel as soon as we were inside. My first priority was to get them into the VIP area as fast as possible without any incidents. Of course, Lydie wanted to dance, but I managed to drag them along and beyond the red velvet rope.
Once seated, Lydie immediately began texting. Claire sat close to me and practically yelled into my ear.
“It’s so packed in here!”
“I know. More danger.”
“Are you going to be no fun all night?”
“Please, sis. I’m always fun.”
“Not when you’re too worried about me getting snatched by pirates.”
“I’m more worried about getting in that snatch tonight than I am about pirates.”
She gave me a confused look, and I laughed, shaking my head. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t understand my pun, and I wasn’t about to repeat it.
The waitress walked over and took our drink orders. I stuck with a light beer, mostly because I didn’t want to stick out too much by not drinking, but also because I didn’t want to get drunk.
When she returned with our drinks, Lydie put her phone away.
“Claire, did you see how many guys were staring at you?” she yelled.
“What?”
“She said,” I cut in, “there are a bunch of guys that want to tear that dress off you.”
“I didn’t notice them.”
The bass was heavy and loud, and the flashing lights were distracting. I knew I had to be constantly looking around or else risk us getting caught by surprise. It wasn’t like I could exactly hear anything.
“Let’s dance!” Lydie blurted out.
“Okay!” Claire said.
The girls were up and moving before I could react.
“Hold on,” I said, grabbing Claire’s wrist. “You can’t go anywhere without me.”
She gave me a little smirk. “Then you better come dance, big brother.”
I gaped at her for a second and then burst out laughing, a huge grin on my face. All it took was two drinks and a sexy dress to bring the feisty slut out in her. And I fucking liked it.
I followed the girls onto the dance floor, and instantly Claire began to grind up against me, her hips pressed against mine. Lydie found her own guy in no time flat, almost as if she were a magnet for single, horny douchebags.
Bu
t I didn’t give a shit about Lydie. In that moment, Claire was the only person in the world for me as our bodies pulsed together to the beat. My blood was on fire and my cock strained against my pants, rubbing against her thigh, but she didn’t seem to care. In fact, she moved her hips faster, her arms draped loosely around my neck, my hands on her hips.
The world fell away and I forgot about my duty as a bodyguard. I didn’t give a fuck about any of that. Claire was by far the sexiest girl in that club, and as soon as she had loosened up a little bit and stopped worrying about her clothes, she acted every bit as attractive as she looked.
I was ready to tear her to pieces, just like that first night. I wanted to lift her into the air and lower her slowly down onto my dick, let my cock sink balls deep into her. We danced for song after song, sweat building up on our bodies, and Lydie probably changed partners like ten times. Still, there was only Claire, our eyes locked together. It was like time stopped and we were the only people in the entire club.
Claire was unbelievable. Once she let loose, she was impossible to contain, and I couldn’t imagine wanting to. Every inch of her oozed dirty, rough sex as we danced together, alone surrounded by strangers. For us, there was only the pulse of the music and the promise of what our bodies could do together if we let go and took it.
Which was exactly where my mind was heading. I didn’t care about any of the excuses I’d thought up since that night. I didn’t care if she was a clingy virgin or my stepsister. None of that bullshit mattered; there was only my deep, instinctual, animal need to fuck, and to fuck this girl deep and hard. I wanted to come deep inside her soft little silk and make her pussy mine. I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name over and over.
My dick was practically ready to tear through my pants. We’d danced together to a bunch of songs, and by the time I came up for air, Lydie was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Lydie?” I yelled to Claire over the music. My heart was hammering in my chest and fear spiked through me. I channeled that fear into a calm, battle readiness. It was a technique they taught us SEALs, a way to harness all the terror we felt during battle into a Zen-like battle state.
“She’s at the bar,” Claire said, pointing.